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Yo yo check it
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Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
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with intentions to make it to the league
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Intrigued by two letter cars SE's and GS'ses
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On the court niggaz I leave like messages
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Plagued by this ball player exorcist
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It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
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Kenny is our Moses in this five on five Exodus
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For the game of life full courts ain't preppin us
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Schools want me but the ghost of Manigault haunts me
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Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country
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I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights
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Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right
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Either rich poor or Mike is who I wanna be like
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Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite
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Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Len
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that I'll end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends
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Beneath the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?
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More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer
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People play juror, I witness the fall of legends
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Once was the joint now they restin got a God given present
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My gallant talent is like a magic
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trick turned by a chick with a bad habit
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Opportunity to move I grab it
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Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc
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Man to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zone
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Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown
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Competition gets blown like speakers
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when I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers
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Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better
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Want to stay eighteen forever
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But now I stay on point like Rod in this Strickland
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If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man
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From thoughts that pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny Kings
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Think fast over breaks, dialect I'm dribbling
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Remembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme Court
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Realizing, that rap and life are team sports
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I follow deep thoughts
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Moves never perceived thought lyrical Johnny Cochran
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cause of the way I free thought
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The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sports
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or either to the tip he gotta resort
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my seed'll be taught to start his own
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In the, George Carter zone
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Don't wanna be a dope MC living in his momma's home
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Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone
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Unknown zones I roam with mind architechter
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Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let God direct ya
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High Expectations
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